Chapter 714 - - 540 Seed Plan_1

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Xu Jinghui’s body was filled with flying swords.

But the vitality of an immortal was incredibly tenacious. Even though his vital force was as thin as silk threads, Xu Jinghui still held on without taking his last breath. He glared at Duge, his eyes filled with resentment, “Scoundrel, may you not die a good death, Heavenly Master Xu will not let you go…”

“I can save you.” Duge flipped open his palm, revealing an Immortal Pill within.

“…”

Xu Jinghui’s voice came to an abrupt halt. He stared straight at the Immortal Pill in Duge’s palm, his mouth involuntarily twitching a few times.

In this moment, he truly understood what was meant by the unpredictability of world affairs, the rapid changes of circumstances.

He wanted to blurt out a few defiant insults, but then he thought about how he had struggled through hundreds of years of cultivation, enduring countless eras, barely weathering the thunder tribulation, and finally ascending to immortality. To die so senselessly, he truly felt indignant.

Moreover.

The regenerative ability of an immortal body was formidable. Even if his Immortal Spiritual Power was exhausted, just one Immortal Pill would likely heal him.

But would his adversary be so kind-hearted?

“You…”

Xu Jinghui’s throat moved.

Watching Duge made him want to say something, yet he didn’t know what to say.

Was he to grovel before the very person who had put him in this situation, in front of his disciples and grand-disciples, begging for mercy from his enemy just to save his own life?

…

Sigh!

Watching this familiar scene unfold, Liao Jiulong quietly turned his head. His teacher’s uncle was finished; the Heavenly Demon Ancestor always had a knack for precisely hitting everyone’s soft spot.

“If you want to kill or slash me, just get it over with. Why toy with me?” Xu Jinghui looked at Duge, and after much consideration, could not fathom a reason for Duge to save him. He sneered and let go of the unrealistic fantasies in his mind.

“Jin Kui, keep a close eye on this guy. If he makes any move, crush him with full force, leave no survivors,” Duge glanced at Xu Jinghui and instructed the true immortal henchman.

Having said that.

He enveloped Xu Jinghui with Dark God Power and disappeared from the Heavenly Master Hall, arriving at the back peak of the Dragon Tiger Mountain. He found an empty space and threw him down.

“Scoundrel, what exactly do you want to do?” Xu Jinghui asked.

“Overturn the Three Realms,” Duge said indifferently as he gazed at the twinkling Mountain Protection Array above Dragon Tiger Mountain.

“With just you?” Xu Jinghui burst into laughter, viewing Duge as if looking at an idiot, “The ravings of a madman! Do you know how vast the Immortal Realm is? Do you know how many Heavenly Soldiers and Generals the Immortal Court has? Do you know how powerful the Immortal Emperor is? You had to use the Mountain Protection Array of Heavenly Master Xu just to take down a minor True Immortal like me… And now you’re telling me you want to overturn the Three Realms, do you think I’m a fool?”

“Xu Jinghui, only a fool would assume I carry out such a grand plan alone,” Duge looked at Xu Jinghui, his eyes brimming with mockery, “I am but one of many seeds; my task concerns the Heavenly Master Mansion and the South Peak Emperor, while the responsibilities regarding other Heavenly Masters and Great Emperors fall to others…”

“…”

Xu Jinghui was stunned, and then he felt the chill down to his bones.

Having witnessed Duge’s capabilities, the entanglement of Daoist Rhyme, casually reconstructing one’s foundation – such Divine Skills were already shocking, yet such a formidable person was merely one of the seeds…

Gulp!

Xu Jinghui swallowed saliva, suddenly feeling that it all made sense.

If not, even if he had complete control over Dragon Tiger Mountain, what would make him capable of contending against the Heavenly Master? But with a powerful organization behind him, it was a different story.

For a while.

Xu Jinghui imagined many things, and then asked: “Are you Evil Demons?”

“Evil Demons are part of the plan,” Duge responded indifferently, “responsible for stirring up turmoil in the world, to attract the attention of the Three Realms. Haven’t you thought about it—why would Evil Demons suddenly emerge out of nowhere and become the primary target of the Three Realms if there wasn’t someone behind the scenes pushing it all?”

“…”

Xu Jinghui was at a loss for words.

In that moment, he truly became frightened, even more panicky than when he was on the verge of death.

He was just a minor True Immortal, so how had he gotten entangled in such a vast conspiracy?

To subtly influence the decisions of the Immortal Emperor, whoever was orchestrating all this must be someone of at least an Emperor’s level!

“Xu Jinghui, would you like to join us?” Duge extended the hand holding the Immortal Pill, while in his other hand, he held a flying sword, “If this succeeds, every pioneer will be credited. That’s much better than being a minor True Immortal in the Heavenly Master Mansion.”

Xu Jinghui glanced at the Immortal Pill, then at the flying sword, and stuttered, “Ancestor, may I take some time to consider?”

“Old Xu, I don’t have much time,” Duge said, “Every seed has their own mission. I’m recruiting you simply because you share the surname Xu, and, you are of higher value compared to that group on Dragon Tiger Mountain.”

“…” Xu Jinghui pursed his lips, remaining silent.

“Old Xu, answer after you’ve thought it through,” Duge spoke, “Once you join, you must be loyal to the organization. If you ever harbor thoughts of rebellion, even if I die, you won’t escape the organization’s retribution.

So, make sure you have considered it thoroughly before you answer.

If you don’t join, you can die a swift death. If you join and then regret, you won’t even have the luxury of choosing death.

The organization is not something a mere Heavenly Master can oppose. Don’t think about leaking the seed plan to gain merit; each seed operates independently, unaware of each other’s existence.

Even if you speak out, all the Immortal Court would get is the delusional words of one man…”

Death?

A fate worse than death?

The two options left Xu Jinghui in tears, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

Under Duge’s deliberate guidance, he had already lost the ability to discern truth from lies.

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